She blushed hard as she remembered that night again, and put the phone down again. What was she supposed to do - send this asshole a picture of her tits just so he would help her prove that she was straight? I mean, she supposed that's what straight girls that weren't saving themselves for marriage did all the time, but that wasn't really a world she was a part of, until now.

She considered asking him what other pictures he had of that night, but honestly she didn't want to know. Anything more revealing than that had an equal chance of making her hang herself in shame or tempting her...